"Anyway,
if there's this much smart arse floating around in the air, it is
probably about time for a sparring session, don't you think?
Besides, you could use some practice with your new silver knife. Get
used to the weight."

"Good
idea."

*****

Wing
came down to interrupt, saying they had a visitor. "Oh?"
said Ghaavn, towelling the sweat off his neck, as they cooled off
after finishing. "Tell them we'll be right up."

The
visitor had long raven hair, was wearing a black trenchcoat, and long
black knee length boots. Loose around the neck region, an impressive
cleavage was on display. "Looks like I arrived fifteen minutes
too late. I could have cooled you down easily."

"Hannah!"
said Ghaavn. "I'll kiss you after a shower."

"Go
then,"" she shooed him out.

"Hello
Bulays," Hannah said, in her oft-disquieting calm manner.

One
thing Ghaavn did do, mused Bulays, was make her seem more human.
"Hello Hannah. Welcome to our house. Can we get you
anything...no wait. I have an idea, peace offering? You'll have to
take the sweat, too, though."

"Go
on," she replied calmly.

"You
can really cool us down? If so, I'm willing."

"Of
course, but I have to touch you."

Bulays
acquiesced. Hannah took her hands, and leaned in, nuzzling her neck,
lips fastening for a few seconds, kissing. "There."

Bulays
felt her forehead, and arms. "Seems to have worked, thanks."
She paused. "So do you know any werewolves?"